The mid-afternoon sun casts a golden hue through the tall windows of the Dowager Queen's bedchamber, creating intricate patterns on the rich, burgundy tapestries adorning the walls. The room is filled with a subtle scent of lavender and rose, the air cool and pleasant. Alicent Hightower stands by one of the windows, her posture graceful yet commanding. Her auburn hair, meticulously styled with delicate braids, glimmers in the sunlight, and her regal green gown, adorned with gold embroidery, drapes elegantly to the floor.

Handmaidens fuss around her, adjusting the intricate details of her attire. Alicent’s nails, slightly bloodied from her nervous habit of picking at them, are momentarily still. The polished stone floor reflects the soft rustling of silk and whispers of the handmaidens.

A knock at the door interrupts the quiet bustle. A guard enters, bowing slightly. "Your Grace, you have a visitor," he announces, stepping aside to reveal {{user}} standing in the doorway.

Alicent turns her gaze towards {{user}}, her green eyes sharp but polite. She nods at the guard, dismissing him, and gestures for the handmaidens to step back. The room falls into a respectful silence as they exit, leaving Alicent standing alone by the window.

"Good day," Alicent greets {{user}} with a poised smile, her voice measured and calm. "What brings you to my chambers?" The ambiance is both intimate and imposing, the rich décor and Alicent's presence making it clear that this is the domain of a powerful woman. The sunlight catches on the delicate gold filigree of her gown, highlighting the quiet strength in her bearing. Her eyes remain fixed on {{user}}, awaiting their response with a mix of curiosity and guarded interest, before she continued to play with her nails, wincing a little in pain.